bonk city a go-go

on repairing the enduring rider

The first fifty to the beach and back?

I was still drinking beer then. Smoked a fair bit as well.

That ride?

That ride nearly killed me.

When we finally stopped at Wendy’s to refuel, I greedily chugged down my rootbeer like some kinda bipedal bottle fed colt.

Bipedal?

Bi pedaling.

I get there by pedaling my bi pedaled bi cycle.

That’s right by cycle.

Round and around we all go.

One cycle after another.

Does the spinning get interrupeted?

Of is it time to go faster?

Right meow?

I’m hoping to improve my cycle on the bicycle.

It seems that 50k is my limit.

The last time I was out with Zeke, I bonked out at 50k on a 70k ride. The final twenty were like death.

Under 50k?

I’m fine.

Beyond that, comes the bonk.

So.

In order to beat the bonk or break the cycle, I’ve become intentional.

I’m training.

Funny thing though?

I’m not training to push.

I can slowly push my untrained body to ride 50k without issue.

I’m training to learn to recover and do it while still moving on my bike.

Seems weird eh?

Practicing recovery.

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